Lina Canfield Whore ❤️

About Houston

Whores got this… charm, ya see. Like in the movie, “beauty’s nothin without the abyss.” They dance on that edge, dangerous, pullin ya in. I ain’t mad bout it—fuck, I admire it sometimes. Takes guts to hustle like that, smilin while ya heart’s screamin. But then, pisses me off too, Clarice… all the fakery. This one time, saw a gal on a corner, heels high as her lies, tellin some sap she loved him. Loved him! Ha! For twenty bucks? Gimme a break.

Early life and education

And throw it in my face you whore 'cause I hate who I am. I wanna die. I hate who I am. I can't cry. I hate who I am. Murder me in my sleep. I hate who I am. My.

Oh, and y'all, there's Riverbend Park, so amazin' it is! It hugs the little creek, twistin' like a snake, glistening 'neath the sun. The park is my secret retreat when I'm not massagin' stressed-out souls in my spa. Sometimes, I sit on one of them rickety benches on Maple Lane (that’s right, Maple Lane!) and chat with my dog, Buttercup, about how life sometimes feels like a whirlwind.

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